Hunted at night
My soul drenched in procaineNumb, still, lifelessTrapped in the purgatory of my own making Inescapable Everything is greyFrom the ribbon splashed pine reefsTo the maroon stained bricksA film of despair surrounds all Yet I know it is but a fadThis existential pain of BeingPiercing me as a silver dagger through my soul I am a Read more about Hunted at night[…]